and they are big legs. A couple extra pounds around the top of each thigh, dimples at the knees(this is cute on little kids, not on their mothers), ankles dangerously close to the “cankle” zone.
And I am so thankful for my big, dimply, sturdy legs.
Sunny and I walked to the library today, it’s a ways, just about 2 miles there, so a 4 mile round trip. On the way home we stopped at the grocery store. While we were there a young woman was moving through the aisles.
On crutches, with just 1 leg.
It was obvious that she had been living with 1 less leg for a very long time. She whipped around the grocery store, doing what all of us were doing there this afternoon, buying groceries.
Sunny, being a little kid, asked “why does she have just one leg, mama?’
I didn’t know the answer, I still don’t. I tried to explain it could have been that she lost her leg in an accident, or to a disease, or perhaps she was born with just one leg.
But what I do know is this:
When I take my nightly walk around the neighborhood, I will say a prayer of thanks with each step.